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“Waha, sorry! Aye aye, Sir Frederick,” he said, addressing the great knight a mock salute. Okay. So. Good to know that ‘Freddy’ was off-limits. He’d have to remember that.

Wouldn’t want the great knight after his head over a misunderstanding, after all. “Sounds kinda silly though, to be happy sacrificing yourself like that.” Henry couldn’t think of anyone he was close enough to that he’d bother to do the same for. Then again, unlike so many others, he did not fear death’s sweet embrace. “Well, good thing I’m on your side and not, in fact, an enemy,” he finished with a nod. “You can go on protecting him to your leisure.”

The idea of having someone to protect… Once upon a time, it made sense. Now, though, it was a notion far scarier than simply dying. It invited the idea of a certain closeness. A vulnerability. And yet… It was tantalizing, in that it meant the dark mage might be needed by someone…

He shook his head and the thoughts dissipated like smoke.

“Sure, consider it a challenge, then,” Henry replied with confidence. Did the man know what was required of a hex? Either way, it sounded like an entertaining prospect. More so than his own poor past attempts at wielding any sort of weapon, but he’d cross that bridge if they ever got to it. “I get to watch when you try, though. You know, to make sure you don’t curse your eyeballs out by mistake.”

He’d seen worse.

“D’awwww. You’re no fun.” But even as he complained, only half in jest, Henry moved to lift one of the crates. Or, that is, he moved to attempt lifting one of the damned things. Frowning lightly at the offending objects, he tried again, grunting under the effort. Then, a pause, as he reflected aloud: “What do you mean, ’watching’?”

He tried again, gripping the lower edges of a different box and, knees wobbling just a mite, successfully lifted it. This was the devil’s work, he was sure of it, and the knight was sure to have himself a laugh at Henry’s expense. Hmph.

“Wh-where is this going?” he asked, somewhat urgently. Gods, how he hated to sweat.

Is Henry making a mockery out of him without having to call him ‘Freddy?’ He always found a way to irritate the Great Knight, even with just simple gestures as those. But his stoic expression doesn’t betray him and he remains composed.

“On the contrary, having met Chrom was a miracle in and of itself. Before him I had no particular reason to protect anyone. No, that is not quite right, I did have ambition, but it was aimless. Milord was kind enough to give my life a greater meaning. I live to serve not just him but the Halidom of Ylisse and the realm itself. You would do well to find a purpose like that, if you still lack one.” 

He sounds very sure of himself, his convictions, though sounding like lofty platitudes, are the real deal. Frederick does give the impression that he would lay down his life for his liege if it ever came to that. Could he curse his eyeballs by mistake though? Slinging hexes has never looked complex, especially when half of the time it’s just Tharja dumping ingredients to a cauldron and laughing maniacally. He could do that, couldn’t he? But Henry’s presence might be reassuring.

“Consider it done, any day, any time! For the time being, however, these boxes are out of place. We must move them across the camp. Some of these are being used to store other useful tools. As you know, our enemies occasionally drop very useful items. We’ve gathered a large amount of them, so we’ll go to the back of camp and re-store everything new we’ve got. We must first expend the used equipment before using the new one.”

With that, Frederick easily lifted two of the largest boxes on one hand each and looked back at Henry with a warm smile, not a single drop breaking into his skin yet. His physical prowess is definitely far larger than the Plegian Dark Mage’s...

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Sitting still for too long makes Laevatein feel itchy. Every so often she finds herself restless; she has to go out and do something, whether that’s running laps, or training with her sword, or even just taking a walk around the perimeter of the castle.

Currently she’s engaging in the last option, but the wind has begun to pick up, a gusty and unpleasantly chilly breeze, and she heads back towards the warmth of indoors, shivering and rubbing her arms. By normal person tolerance standards it’s not very cold at all, but Laevatein is used to temperatures that would make those same normal people swelter in an instant. At this point she’s so conditioned to heat that she can practically stick her entire hand in the fire when she’s cooking and barely feel it.

It is for this reason that she’s desperate to go indoors, perhaps warm herself up by the fireplace and put on a spare cloak if there’s one available. But there’s someone obstructing the path in front of the castle gate. Laevatein watches him curiously, unsure why he keeps bending down and making… brushing motions? For what reason would someone be sweeping the outdoors? It makes no sense to her.

“Uh. What are you doing, exactly?”

Askr... 

Such a mysterious land. Frederick would consider himself a rather studious and cultured individual, but he had never heard of such land before. He was summoned here so suddenly and told to prepare to battle. His liege and friends were all seemingly present here as well and he detected nary a hair out of place, so the least he can assume is that the words spoken to him about the situation are true. Thus, he decided to lend a helping hand.

The castle gates and the pathway leading to it were most impetuously cleaned during this gusty day. Chrom and Lissa sometimes liked to go out the castle and what if they were to stumble upon the pebbles dragged along by the furious winds?! That would not do! So for the past few minutes he decided he’d take matters into his own hands and clean the path himself if he must! A pebble here, a pebble there... Before he knew it he had completely forgotten about the time! It’s not until he hears a feminine voice address him that he turns around.

It appears to be a woman not much younger than himself. He had never seen her before but she seems to be quite chilly. She doesn’t emanate an enemy’s aura though so he believes her to be trustworthy. Frederick folds his arms behind his back, sternly and standing firm, but his smile is warmer than the raging winds blowing through the kingdom.

“My apologies if I am standing in your way, milady. I was merely cleaning. It seems whoever cleaned this path did so clumsily, so I took it upon me to fix their mistakes. You seem troubled, however. If you would like I would not mind to lend a friendly ear to listen to your woes.”

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It took everything in the mage’s willpower to stifle his laughter at the knight’s blusterous retort, and it was a losing battle. By the end of it, a fit of giggles had overtaken him, and he had to wave in apology, time enough for his to catch his breath and his wits.

“You’re a really funny guy, Freddy.” That was what some people in camp called him, right? Maybe it would endear the knight to him some. Or maybe not. “How would you have ‘dispatched’ me then, were I an enemy set on infiltrating camp? If you won’t tell me, then I’ll just be forced to leave it up to my imagination, ha ha!”

And the Plegian could think of far worse than dismemberment, no doubt about it. Regardless, he wondered idly which of the two of them scared the new recruits more. Henry was easy to avoid… Frederick, not so much, given his station and stern, watchful eye.

Henry’s smile, omni-present by nature, twitched at the mention of training sessions. “Oh, that’s quite all right. I can usually fall asleep wherever, whenever, tonight just happened to be a special exception.” It wasn’t every night he could set aside to mourn the anniversary of the death of the wolf that had raised him, after all. Once a year though… He owed her that much. “Sounds like I’d never be fit to be a knight, then,” he drawled, less than excited. And yet… the great knight held tight to a purpose, and that particular aspect greatly appealed to the dark mage. The two were not so different in that both enjoyed the thought of helping others.

Still, the crates seemed to loom threateningly the more Henry considered them. Gulping, he chuckled sheepishly. “I’ll swing a sword or an axe when you sling a hex,” he replied evenly. “But… I can try to move some crates. It’d probably be a lot easier for the both of us though if I summoned something to move the crates for us! Like… a Risen, or a bear! Whatcha think?”

“That is not my name. Address me only as ‘Frederick.’ As for your answer, if you truly seek one, is simply to have engaged in combat with you. Even if I were to fell, I would die happy knowing the sound of battle would alert everyone else speaking. As long as milord is safe, then I have fulfilled my duty as a knight of House Ylisse.“

A plain, blunt and simple answer really, but then again when is he not like that? He’s so stiff one would think the man himself is incapable of humor or of even telling a joke! The complete opposite of his wisecrack Plegian friend here. Unfortunately for Henry, that twitch did not go unnoticed by the Great Knight’s similarly seemingly omnipresent sight. After all he is very much aware of anything and everything in the encampment of the Shepherds. It’s one of the reasons Chrom finds his presence so reassuring, after all.

“If that is a challenge, then it is one I will eagerly accept. Anything to get you in shape. But for now building some muscle would suit you just fine. However if you summon anything of the like, I will report you to milord. Your actions, after all, would severely endanger everyone else, even if everyone here is an experienced and capable fighter. Make sure to move those. Yourself. I will be here, watching.”

The sentinel, as usual. With that, he moves out of the way and, with a smirk, invites Henry to take over his duty. Those crates won’t move on their own after all! The sun is starting to rise and find its place on the sky. He’s glad Henry’s finally going to get some actual physical training, but admittedly he’s also concerned that it might take him far too long to do so. There are plenty of other things he’s yet to do, after all!

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“Awww, I shouldn’t have said anything. That might’ve been fun,” the Plegian remarked. His dark magic against the renown great knight of Ylisse… a sorely tempting picture. “But for what it’s worth, I guess I’m glad I was spared being dismembered, nya ha.” That way, he could go on having his fill of bloodshed in battle. Being dead would have effectively prohibited such a fulfilling past-time, no doubt about it.

Stifling a yawn, he shifted for a better look at the inventory in question. It sounded like dreary work - just the sort the of thing he’d been hoping to avoid. At Frederick’s question, Henry tilted his head to the side in question. “Naw, just couldn’t sleep, no biggie. Happens once in a blue moon. Got too excited… Was thinking of hexes and blood and even more hexes! Loads of fun stuff, you should really try it sometime.”

Leaning on a stack of crates, the dark mage stared with mild interest. “Doesn’t this kinda stuff get tedious? You almost looked like you were enjoying it.” Somehow.

What may be a sorely tempting picturesque fantasy for Henry would be a nightmare for someone like Frederick! Sure, compared to almost everyone else he is powerful on his own accord, but his body is unused to the impact and strength of magical attacks. But while frightening, perhaps the idea would have far more merit than he’s giving it credit for! After all how else would he get better at pushing through magical attacks than by finding himself on the receiving end of one? Perhaps this is an idea that does deserve further investigating.

Of course though, Henry had to make it, somehow, far more disturbing than his original comment originally was. He’s not sure he’s exactly fond of this demented mentality of the Dark Mage...

“The Shepherds do NOT engage in such vicious acts of torture!!-- Why does this feel like a déjà vu? Regardless, keep your wild imagination running on its own course. It would not do for you to go around scaring our new recruits either. You’re a lieutenant in the Shepherds Henry, good gods...”

So something is keeping him from slumber? Could it be his past sins crawling on his back? Pah! Such frivolous thoughts will not do. This is the an who summons crows to feast on the rotting bodies of those that meet their end by his hand! Or, well, that’s what he has heard from the soldiers that hang on the back like the other mages or archers from the Shepherds. He himself has unfortunately been unable to either confirm or deny such bizarre allegations and accusations, so for the time being he will hold his tongue.

“The Arcane Arts are not something that comes to me, unfortunately, though I appreciate your kind offer of blood and hexes towards me. Similarly, I invite you to build some muscle by swinging a sword or axe sometime. After all you miss practically every single training session! I’ve found a good workout session sets up quite nicely for a pleasant nap. As for my ‘dreary’ work, though? I do not think it as such! It is expected for a knight like me to perform such menial tasks. Consider it part of my daily duties. Seeing, however, as you’re in tip-top shape, how about working some muscle by helping me move some crates around?”

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For all that joining up with the Shepherds had mucked up his schedule, Henry typically managed to sleep without much trouble. Today had proven an exception: fixed with a bout of insomnia, he found himself wandering. Content to follow the aimless whims of his feet, he walked the camp in amiable silence, his only company that of his crows.

Once, twice, as soft morning light began to peek over the horizon, he thought he heard the faint shuffling of others about. At once, he made for the opposite direction. He was still relatively new to the group. Much as he liked to socialize on occasion, he felt at present a bizarre, foreign anxiety, a strange presentiment that he might be better off keeping to himself.

Alas! Curiosity killed the cat, or so they said, and it was curiosity that brought him too close on this last occasion. Henry had been about to turn tail anew when, caught by a voice rising in the dark, he felt his blood run cold. Ah. Frederick. If Henry’s own reputation preceded him around camp… so, too, did Frederick’s. An austere man obsessed with his duty, with little time for frivolities. Frederick the Wary, indeed.

The caw of a crow preceded Henry himself stepping forth. All smiles despite the bags under his eyes, he gave a small, friendly wave in greeting. “Just your good o’ pal Henry, nya ha! Out for some yummy fresh air. My, but you seem to have been quite busy so far. I’d hate to keep you from… whatever it is you’re doing right now.”

Wiping the sleep from his eyes in vain, he took a second look at their surroundings and was no closer to figuring out what in heck the great knight was up to. Again, curiosity proved his better. “But ah, say, what exactly are you doing?”

Though his eyes were as keen as always, the murder of crows standing before him obscuring the figure of the dark mage made it quite hard to truly see the adversary standing before him. At the same time though, it also painfully gave away this individual’s identity. None other than the Plegian Dark Mage who seemingly joined The Shepherds because he found it to be a ‘fun’ endeavor. 

Such a lack of motivation made him extra distrustful of Henry, but alas the Great Knight let out a breath of relief and continued with his knightly duties, putting away the signature Silver Lance he was known for carrying around. His experience with Mages in the Shepherds has frankly been... Bizarre, but if Chrom is willing to trust Henry as a lieutenant in his militia, then so is he.

“It is just you, Henry. You scared me for a while, I almost thought you were a new threat to the camp in the form of an enemy’s sneak attack! I was just about ready to dispatch of you. Good heavens I recognized you before taking any drastic measures! Nonetheless seeing you up-and-about so early in the morning is certainly a rare sight.”

Nothing eludes Frederick’s eagle eyesight, not even the last traces of sleep keeping the Dark Mage up. Even if he was apprehensive about Mages, that didn’t mean he didn’t care about Henry’s well-being. He even looked somewhat concern for the other, but if he’s not making any mentions of it then it means he probably isn’t as tired as he looks. Regardless, he answers the question with gusto!

“I was just managing the inventory and ensuring we were ready in case we needed to march. We aren’t in combat but it’s still important to keep a list of everything currently in our possession. Under normal circumstances I would ask you to collaborate with me seeing as you’ve already awoken, but it does not look like you rested well. Is something amiss?”

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     By 1:38PM, clouds have long since obscured what would have otherwise been pleasant afternoon sunshine, and Tharja is not in the mood for any of this.

     What was supposed to be a simple morning market run was looking to turn into an all-day affair when her shopping list sent her on wild goose chases that no merchant’s cheery “Sorry, out of stock!” could tide over. A dark mage’s ingredients list often called for odd and esoteric items, but today’s list should have been straightforward and nowhere near the “half day’s worth of searching” level of difficulty. But with enough perseverance, one more item is all she needs to make sure the day hasn’t gone to waste.

     Six different ways to curse the entire market if she doesn’t find what she wants prepare in her mind as she approaches the stall, casting a glance over the stock without greeting. There: stashed behind the boxes of unrefined jewels, exactly what she needs to wrap up her trip. She reaches out–

     –and someone beats her to it.

     “Excuse me.” The venom in her hiss could have dropped the air in the vicinity a good twenty degrees with how pointedly she glared down the offending party. “I do believe you’re holding what should belong to me. You may hand it over quietly, or I can take it from you.”

Frankly, this was way too exhausting... While it wasn’t uncommon for him to offer to go on shopping trips for his fellow Shepherds, the ingredients a mage asked him to bring for them were far too rare a sight... 

These were the sorts of things one could likely end up hunting faster than finding in a market after all, but alas this was something he got himself into the moment he offered. Perhaps it was a mistake, but he refused to return empty-handed! Thankfully persuasion was not a skill that was lost upon him, without it after all he’d been searching for the entire day for the ingredients requested upon him! Alas this was something he was not simply made for. He’s no mage and the arcane arts are lost upon him. Nonetheless here he is, asking the vendors for all sorts of ingredients. It took a while, but he was finally at the very bottom of the list.

Just as quickly as he saw the last necessary item he swiped it from someone else’s hand, not realizing they were going for the same item as well. The moment his eyes met with hers though, the armor-clad knight can only offer a small glance of surprise. The hiss took him off-guard but the moment he saw where it came from any tension seems to melt from him.

“Tharja? Well this is a surprising coincidence. I did not take you for the type to enjoy going on a shopping venture. Hm. You’re here for this as well? In that case then this is quite the predicament. I was requested to come here and retrieve this item too, yet you desire it as well. Perhaps we can reach a mutually-satisfactory solution and... Split it in half?”

The comment came with a gentle smile from the earnest knight. Well that’s a surprisingly simple yet effective solution! But something tells him the Dark Mage will not be quite as pleased with his offer... Then again she’s yet to reply so perhaps there is some hope.

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Since he enlisted himself in the Ylissean Military, Frederick knew that hard work and effort was the way to make himself known and to stand out. Not because he desired the fame or glory that came with being a renown knight, but because working harder than anyone else or making a greater effort is how one improves upon themselves. This was a philosophy he has followed since the very beginning. Even now he still believes that working hard is what paves the road to success.

Which is why he finds himself waking up at the crack of dawn. This was his daily routine since joining the Shepherds and serving as the retainer of Chrom and Lissa. Without causing much noise, the knight was quick to dress himself and put on his heavy armor. He’d become so deft at doing so that not even Kellam would be able to put his heavy armor on as swiftly and silently as he does. It was approximately 4 A.M. - time to get to work.

Though it was just part of his daily routine by now, the Great Knight found great joy in the tasks ahead of him! Some might refer to them as menial or as ‘boring’ but he never found serving his country! Polishing the silverware, taking note of The Shepherds’ full inventory of weaponry, armors and supplies, then polishing said weaponry and armors, clearing the path ahead of any and all debris including sticks and gravel, polishing the armor of the steeds, feeding them and even organizing the ingredients for food and cleaning up his tent! It was all in a day’s work and he wasn’t even halfway finished yet!

Time passed before he realized it! After ensuring there was nothing missing by triple-checking their inventory, Frederick heard the footsteps of someone approaching. How surprising! Usually it’s always him alone at this supremely early time of day! Curious to see who it is that’s approaching, the tall knight turns around and looks at the other, quirking a brow in surprise.

“I was not expecting to see anyone else up at this time. Who is it?”

His nickname wasn’t Frederick the Wary for no reason.

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📲!

“Relaxing is... Something I have a difficult time doing. Slacking off... I do not know what to do whenever milord tells me to dedicate some time to myself. I pretend I enjoy to sit down and stare at the clouds the same way Lissa does, but every single time every fiber of my being is begging me to get up and do something! ‘Tis a curse I fear I will not ever truly be ridden off, but it is something I must do to keep my lieges happy.”

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📲~ uwu

“As... Much as I pretend to enjoy gamey meat, I do still find it quite unsavory... Thanks to someone’s efforts I am able to down the blasted thing, though it continues to leave no enjoyable flavor in my palate! I fear my tasted buds would explode each time we have gamey meat... Alas, I put on a smile and gleefully chew it down to cause no worry among the Shepherds.”

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“Henry is the first to come to mind... Or rather any of the Shepherds’ Mages really - barring young Ricken and Robin of course. Though they excel at intelligence and utilizing their brains for their casting, I find most of them believe training to be unnecessary. I dislike their misuse of time performing parlor tricks in Miriel’s case or working on... Hexes and curses in Tharja’s case, but they have proven themselves worthy in the battlefield despite their lack of constant training, though I loathe to admit it. Regardless, I am joyful they are all on our side.”

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“I... Will admit that while it is true I am a great warrior, my success did not come easy. I am not of natural talent. I find myself having a slight... Envy for the likes of Chrom and Cordelia. Though they trained just as hard as I did, they are born fighters... I could never improvise on the battlefield as Chrom does nor could I light a candle to Cordelia had I not begun my training when I was but a tyke. However it is not a desire born out of jealousy. I... Merely wish I was blessed with that talent so I could further protect Lord Chrom and the Shepherds...”

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“It is quite the assumption for you to believe I have ever wronged the parents that raised me. They made sure to instill within me good morals and a good behavior. Granted it took a while for me to getting used to their regimen, but it was for a good cause! Plus, it is not their business to know of the one time I brought a stray dog home and it ended running away, but not before imparting me with the gift of leaving its excrement in father’s chair or urine in mother’s sweater which she spent weeks sewing, leading me to lie about its origins when the tragedy was discovered...”

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“While it is true I do enjoy to partake in the art of private thinking, I do not have the time or luxury to avoid keeping a journal on me... Or so I would say if it wasn’t true I do have a journal of sorts. It is, however, not one for me to express my private feelings. As milord’s retainer, I often take notes of all sorts of things I can do to further enhance my performance as the retainer of House Ylisse’s Royal Family! Here is a sample to offer proof.”

‘-Polish the weapons; make sure to give an extra shining luster to Lord Chrom’s Falchion and Lady Lissa’s staves.-Prepare Chrom’s bath precisely at 9 A.M. and ensure he is squeaky clean and every single bit presentable.-Compose a war song centered on the topic of Chrom’s insurmountable bravery and Lady Lissa’s perfect healing.’

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🐇- For a secret item they keep (stuffed animal, comfort object, etc)

“While I do not keep anything of comfort in my person... I do find it important to keep around all sorts of trinket to aid milord in his duties. For example I always bring with me a duster in case Lord Chrom needs to be dusted off after extensive training. Or a small cloth to polish the silverware and weapons. And I couldn’t ever forget to bring with me a needle, yarn and thread in case there is the need for me to quickly knit something for milord or Lady Lissa! Ah - there also is--” 

He keeps rambling on about the multiple trinkets he carries with him...

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Force my Muse to Spill their Secrets

🌧- For a heavy, emotional secret

🙃- For a lighter, slightly embarrassing secret

🌟- For a secret wish or desire of theirs

🍏- For something they secretly wish didn’t exist

🍎- For something they secretly wish did exist

❤️- For a secret crush

📲- Talk about someone/something you dislike, but only pretend to like

👁‍🗨- Talk about someone/something you like, but pretend to dislike

🍻- For something bad/mischievous you did as a child or teen that your parents don’t know about

🌜- For a ‘weird’ habit or tic that no one knows about

💃- For a talent that they like to keep hidden from others

🏹- For a talent they wish they had

👻- For something that scares or disturbs them, but they refuse to tell anyone

☢️- For a controversy or scandal they have been able to keep mostly under wraps

🐇- For a secret item they keep (stuffed animal, comfort object, etc)

📒- For a secret journal/diary they keep (Bonus: Share an entry from it!)

📔- For a secret sketchbook they keep (Bonus: Share a sketch or doodle within it!)

🖤- For something they secretly wish they could do with your muse

❓- Free Space! Ask them about a specific secret!

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*SCREAMS INTO THE ABYSS* EXTREMELY BELATED INTRODUCTION

HI!!!

I’m sorry for not introducing myself before! Life’s a bitch and so is having vacations for two whole months and having your parents drag you to their vacations going to smaller countries where the WiFi is hot poo! 

Anyways though I apologize for being extremely late! Uh, this is my introduction! Hi my name’s Luz, I’ll be roleplaying as Frederick the world’s hottest knight. I mean that because he’s wearing a suit underneath the fucking armor that must be warm as fuck! Anyways uhh yeah????? I don’t know what else to put here.

I guess that I used to be part of this group like, a year or two ago? But then life and college hit me like a motherfucking train and I had to dip out due to inactivity but now I’m back and with a better schedule! I’m looking forward to interact with all of you!

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God bless 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏